In Memory Of
Amy Elizabeth Shapiro
United States of America / Seat 37G
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Amy Elizabeth Shapiro
Student - Newhouse School of Communications at Syracuse University
October 28, 1967 - December 21, 1988 (Age: 21)

Amy Elizabeth Shapiro, a student at Newhouse School of Communications at Syracuse University, was coming home from London, England, after a semester abroad with the Syracuse DIPA program. Majoring in photojournalism, Amy had planned to turn her two favorite pastimes—writing and photography—into a career in magazines. Amy's mother, Madeline, went to England that fall because her daughter's semester abroad was "too long to go between hugs." Her mother describes Amy, "She was like the sun, with all those who knew her moving towards her as though we were heliotropes—seeking the comfort of her warmth, light, and understanding." Amy is also survived by her father, Richard; her younger brother, James; both maternal and paternal grandparents; an aunt; an uncle; and cousins.

A graduate of Stamford High School in Connecticut, Amy was on the track and tennis teams as well as on the staff of Vertigo, the literary magazine. During the summer of 1987, Amy was an intern at the Stamford Trader. She took photographs and wrote articles including an Arts Section cover story on a local summer theater group. Her boss there remembers her as "eager, smiling, charming—a soft light." At Syracuse, she was on the photography staff of the campus newspaper, the Daily Orange. Amy's many accomplishments include awards in photography, three published pieces of her own prose and poetry, and musical talents that were manifest through her singing, flute, and piano playing.

Amy wrote poetry; and she leaves us this fragment:
She glanced toward the sky and tried to trace the fall of a tiny flake;
But it blended into another and her thoughts blended with it.
She remembered her youth and how beautiful life had been.
Once, she too had been one of the fresh sparkles which
glimmered in the moonlight.
But time does not stop.
A gust of wind broke the synchronicity of the snowfall.
The snow turned to rain,
And as the last crystal was washed away, the woman
closed her eyes, and she too, was gone.
—"After the Storm"
Amy Shapiro

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